{"id":373,"date":"2008-01-16T19:40:00","date_gmt":"2008-01-16T19:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2008\/01\/what-more-could-a-girl-want.html"},"modified":"2008-01-16T19:40:00","modified_gmt":"2008-01-16T19:40:00","slug":"what-more-could-a-girl-want","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2008\/01\/what-more-could-a-girl-want.html","title":{"rendered":"What More Could a Girl Want?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The other day, Pie was pulling every trick out of the book to avoid nap time. She was clearly exhausted but didn&#8217;t want to give in. She had climbed down from lunch in order to play with Doodles, so I put her in her crib. &#8220;No!&#8221; she screamed. &#8220;Hungry! I finish lunch!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You finished lunch,&#8221; I told her. &#8220;Remember? You got down from the table. Lunch is done.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I need pencil!&#8221; she tried.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Nope. No pencils in bed.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Pencil, pencil, pencil!&#8221; she screams and as I head for the door, she changes tact. &#8220;Poop in diaper!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I pause. Is this a trick? &#8220;Really?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Satisfied that she&#8217;s found her ticket out, she says, &#8220;Yes! Poopy diaper.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You need a new diaper?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Okay, Pie wins this round. I pull her out and change her diaper. But then I make a rookie mistake. &#8220;Pie, there&#8217;s only a tiny poop in here. Is there more in there?&#8221; Arg!!! The second the words were out of my mouth, I began to mentally slap myself on the head.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes! More poop! Pie use the potty.&#8221; This is a trap. A big fat trap. Because every time &#8220;potty&#8221; is mentioned, Pie declares, &#8220;I&#8217;m a little tiny baby. Not a big girl.&#8221; We haven&#8217;t had a successful potty attempt in months. But I&#8217;m cornered at this point, so back downstairs the little pisser went (and yes I mean <i>pisser<\/i> in a literal sense and not <i><a href=\"http:\/\/thomer.com\/yiddish\/#P\">pisher<\/a><\/i>&#8211;the girl will pee anywhere except a toilet. Case in point: I had to ask my father in Florida, &#8220;Let me ask you this: hypothetically speaking only of course, but if someone peed in your shower, would you want to know?&#8221; And then last week at the Y, after her swim class, I realized it was a major faux pas to shout in the middle of the girls&#8217; locker room, &#8220;Pie! Are you peeing on the floor?!?&#8221; Luckily Doodles saved me by, erroneously, saying, &#8220;No, Mom, I think it&#8217;s just water dripping from her swimsuit in a funny way&#8221;).<\/p>\n<p>Yes, I&#8217;m getting to a point. So I take her to the bathroom, and I set a timer, with the strict understanding that she&#8217;s to go back to nap when the timer rings whether or not anything has happened. After a bit, she volunteers, &#8220;The poops not coming out,&#8221; and she hops off.<\/p>\n<p>But then it&#8217;s time for inventory. Must have inventory every time a body part is exposed.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Pie have v*agina!?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes, Pie has a v*agina.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Thinking a moment, Pie says, &#8220;Mommy has a v*agina.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I agree. &#8220;Yes, Mommy has a v*agina.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She needs to continue. &#8220;Doodles has a p*enis!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Correct.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;And Daddy has a p*enis!&#8221; All present and accounted for!<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes, Daddy has a p*enis.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Now, Pie thinks very hard for a moment. Then she announces, &#8220;Pie has a v*agina&#8230;<i>and<\/i> a Dora backpack!!!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Ah, only two and a half years old, and her life is complete. And no, the nap never came. A v*agina, a backpack, <i>and<\/i> a nap? Now that would have been just plain greedy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The other day, Pie was pulling every trick out of the book to avoid nap time. She was clearly exhausted but didn&#8217;t want to give in. She had climbed down from lunch in order to play with Doodles, so I put her in her crib. &#8220;No!&#8221; she screamed. &#8220;Hungry! I finish lunch!&#8221; &#8220;You finished lunch,&#8221; [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[5],"class_list":["post-373","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-pie"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/373","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=373"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/373\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=373"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=373"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=373"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}